FIC: Men Will Be Boys (1/1)
Title: Men Will Be Boys
Author: CherylJLuv
Fandom: Supernatural and Smallville
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, unfortunately.
A/N: Okay, so this is a companion story / sequel to the fic Of Boys and Men and I hope it lives up to people's expectations. Can I be honest? I've only ever watched on eppie of supernatural online and the rest were just short clips and such. It doesn't air in the Netherlands and I'm still waiting for my Season One box to be delivered, so I'm not a hundred percent sure if it's in-character. I did my best, though. Please tell me what you think.
A/N 2: I keep writing like there's still more to come, ain't I? Hmmm, a bad habit of mine, I guess. Dunno if there will be more, but I won't deny that there's a slim chance.... ;-)
Trying not to take his frustration out on his unsuspecting laptop, Sam settled for the fact that this was going to be a slow night and cursed silently. It wasn't always a bad thing, he supposed, as solving mysteries took some time, but every night had been a slow night so far. And while he and Dean kept hitting a brick wall with their research, more and more people just kept disappearing.
They'd been there for a week now, staying at the only Inn around, a fact which only further supported that the town was aptly named. Oh yes, Smallville was definitely apt. The main street couldn't have been any longer than a five minute walk from one end to the other. One groceries store, one flower shop, one school.
It was Dean who had first found the Talon some ten minutes after arriving here and Sam quietly wondered if his brother had some sort of built in radar when it came to seeking out coffee. That guy could track down a mochaccino with whipped cream in the middle of a nowhere. Too bad they couldn't make any money with that particular gift.
Starting another google search, Sam once again wondered how a little town this quaint could be the home to so much strange occurrences. While he had not come across anything that would explain the disappearings, there sure as hell were a lot of weird things that happened there and a lot of it in this particular coffee shop.
Finding the Inn too stifling to lock himself in all day, he had opted to spend most of his time at the Talon, which he had to admit had a pretty nice atmosphere. The waitresses were nice enough, the coffee reminded him of Starbucks, and they had some of the best pies he'd ever tasted. Dean swore he'd stock in on pie before they left this place, he practically inhaled the stuff, he loved it so much.
And best of all, she was there.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Sam snuck a covert glance at the girl seated on the other side of the establishment. Her head was down as she read the book in front of her, blonde hair shielding her face from his gaze.
He had first taken notice of her when he saw her arguing with a dark-haired waitress about how a person could never drink enough coffee and that she needed to meet her daily quota of caffeine if she wanted to function properly. It had brought a smile to his face to see someone so obviously passionate about a mere drink and he knew his brother would most wholeheartedly agree with her.
That had been five days ago.
And everyday he came there, she was sitting in the same corner as always, working on something or another all by herself. The fact that a girl as pretty as her was sitting all alone confused him in itself, but he'd become slightly grateful for it for an entirely selfish reason. It gave him the opportunity to watch her, see her expressive face change as whatever emotion ran through her.
Oh, he had it bad.
This evening, she'd been staring at what he guessed was a textbook for almost an hour now, though he had yet to see her turn a page. Probably lost in thought, just as him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about.
She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt that proclaimed her to be a Cardigans fan, her figure slouched down in the seat. She appeared tired and he understood completely. He hadn't slept properly ever since they got into town, worrying about the case they were working on and if they had finally come across one they wouldn't be able to solve. It wasn't an uplifting thought.
Seeing the blonde yawn widely, Sam observed as her shirt pulled taught over her body while she stretched, just the tiniest moan escaping her. But he caught it ever so, and it reminded him that he really hadn't been with anybody since Jess' death. Dean joked that his newfound celibacy had turned him into a pervert, checking out young girl in coffee shops, but Sam just ignored his brother.
The blonde couldn't be younger than eighteen, so there wasn't that much of an age difference. Not that seemed to have any interest in him, so it didn't really matter either way. Even as she looked up and capture his gaze, seeing that her yawn had made him do the same, she quickly looked away again.
He mused that she might be a bit shy, but her behaviour towards other people proved otherwise. The possibility that she already had a boyfriend somewhere flitted through his mind, only to quickly be pushed away again. He sure hoped she wasn't seeing anyone.
He didn't realize he'd been staring again until she looked up and caught him. He could swear his heart actually skipped a beat and all he could do was give this bashful, little smile. Resisting the urge to groan, Sam wanted to kick himself. He probably looked like some creepy, pathetic idiot.
She got this unreadable look on her face and he wanted nothing more than to just go up to her and tell her he wasn't a creep. That he just came there every day to watch her. Yeah, that'd probably go over smoothly. Nothing better than having a guy tell you he's practically stalking you.
Not that he actually had the nerve to go talk to her. He wasn’t usually such a chicken shit, but he hadn’t actually had any feelings for a girl ever since Jess and…
The door swung open and Sam didn't even have to look to know that it was his brother. Even as he turned to greet Dean, he missed how the blonde girl's eyes also shifted to the door and a sudden change came over her. Gone was the fatigue and wariness, replaced by something that could only be described as interest as Dean strode over to Sam.
"Oh man, you wouldn't believe the day I had," he complained, falling into the seat opposite his younger brother. "It's like everyone here ate too much corn and it killed half of their brain cells."
"So I take it the talk didn't go so well?"
"No, no, it went great. The old woman couldn't stop talking, actually, the only problem was that it wasn't about her missing husband but about glowing rocks and tractors falling out of the sky."
Sam wasn't liking this one bit. "That's the fourth relative we've tried that turned out useless,"
"Another one bites the dust, Sammy boy. So what do we do now? I wanna get the hell outta dodge; this place is starting to creep me out. It's like Children of the Corn all over again." He gave a mock shudder to drive his point home. "I say we go into that woods and shoot whatever moves."
Typical Dean, always wanting to go in guns blazing. If he believed all of the stories about this town, it could literally be anyone and anything taking these people, as long as green rocks of some kind were involved. He really needed to talk to the editor of the local high school paper, the Torch, as most of the articles about the weird going ons in Smallville seemed to be featured in it. It was their best bet at the moment.
"Hmm, but what if it's some big-ass mutated bear or something eating all these people? I'm sorry but I don't want to end up as something's midnight snack."
Dean just frowned at him, shrugging as if to say 'what's the big deal?'. "We've faced worse."
"Yeah, and gotten pretty banged up in the progress too. No, I say we go at this the smart way and find out everything about this thing before we make a move."
His brother kind of just gave him this look and Sam immediately felt offended, even if he had yet to figure out why. "What?"
"Oh, I know what this is about," he taunted, a knowing smirk slowly tugging at his lips. "You just want more quality time with little Miss-so-outta-your-league-it-ain't-even-funny-anymore."
Sam opened his mouth to protest but instantly got cut off again.
"Where is she, anyway?"
Twisting a bit in his seat, Dean scanned the coffee shop and gave his best come-hither grin as his gaze landed on the blonde, delighting in the blush that tainted her cheeks. She really was hot and by far one of the prettiest girls in town. The dark-haired waitress that was currently working on something behind the counter was definitely easy on the eyes too, but something about her just seemed too... easy. He preferred blondes either way.
Too bad his younger brother was so into this girl or Dean would've made a move on her from day one. He couldn't, though, seeing as his brother seemed to be genuine about whatever mushy crap he was feeling. If only he could work up the courage to actually go up and talk to her before they had to move onto their next case.
Didn't mean Dean couldn't have any fun in the meantime, though.
Winking at the girl, he loved the sight of her blush deepening and paid no mind to Sam giving him a sharp kick under the table. When he kicked a second time, however, he nearly let out a yelp and quickly turned his legs out of Sam's reach. "Jesus Christ, Sammy, jealous much?"
"Will you just stop that?" Sam couldn't believe his brother. Dean was actually flirting with her!
"Stop what?" Dean asked innocently, eyes wide as he gazed at him.
"You know what I mean. You with the mojo... and... Just stop it, alright?"
"She doesn't seem to mind."
This prompted the younger of the two to turn back to the girl. She was back to staring at the book, a small smile touching her lips. Sam felt his heart skip a beat for the second time in twenty minutes and there was no way that could be good for your health.
A glance at his clock revealed it to be almost nine o'clock and with a sigh he started packing up his laptop and standing up. "C'mon, man, we gotta go check out a place called the Wild Coyote. It's closest to the Burnham woods and a man went missing after leaving that place some two weeks ago."
Nodding, Dean pondered the name. "That's a bar, right? Why didn't you tell me before this town had a bar."
"Because unless you want to have your picture splashed all over the missing people’s page, there isn't going to be drinking of any kind. Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow to visit the high school. We need to have a talk with the Torch's editor."
"How early?"
"Eight thirty."
"Dude!"
"You parked the car out front?"
"As opposed to what? Around the corner?" Dean scoffed, already digging through his pockets for the keys. "Yeah, 'cause there's so little room to park. How many people here got cars? Five? Seriously, I think this may be a whole town mystery thing where everyone is a pod person and the ones disappearing are like Terry Kinney, kicking body snatcher ass."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Still bickering, the guys were unaware of the green eyes following them out of the coffee shop, till they were out of sight.
Oh yes, Chloe determined, those two are definately brothers.
Author: CherylJLuv
Fandom: Supernatural and Smallville
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, unfortunately.
A/N: Okay, so this is a companion story / sequel to the fic Of Boys and Men and I hope it lives up to people's expectations. Can I be honest? I've only ever watched on eppie of supernatural online and the rest were just short clips and such. It doesn't air in the Netherlands and I'm still waiting for my Season One box to be delivered, so I'm not a hundred percent sure if it's in-character. I did my best, though. Please tell me what you think.
A/N 2: I keep writing like there's still more to come, ain't I? Hmmm, a bad habit of mine, I guess. Dunno if there will be more, but I won't deny that there's a slim chance.... ;-)
Trying not to take his frustration out on his unsuspecting laptop, Sam settled for the fact that this was going to be a slow night and cursed silently. It wasn't always a bad thing, he supposed, as solving mysteries took some time, but every night had been a slow night so far. And while he and Dean kept hitting a brick wall with their research, more and more people just kept disappearing.
They'd been there for a week now, staying at the only Inn around, a fact which only further supported that the town was aptly named. Oh yes, Smallville was definitely apt. The main street couldn't have been any longer than a five minute walk from one end to the other. One groceries store, one flower shop, one school.
It was Dean who had first found the Talon some ten minutes after arriving here and Sam quietly wondered if his brother had some sort of built in radar when it came to seeking out coffee. That guy could track down a mochaccino with whipped cream in the middle of a nowhere. Too bad they couldn't make any money with that particular gift.
Starting another google search, Sam once again wondered how a little town this quaint could be the home to so much strange occurrences. While he had not come across anything that would explain the disappearings, there sure as hell were a lot of weird things that happened there and a lot of it in this particular coffee shop.
Finding the Inn too stifling to lock himself in all day, he had opted to spend most of his time at the Talon, which he had to admit had a pretty nice atmosphere. The waitresses were nice enough, the coffee reminded him of Starbucks, and they had some of the best pies he'd ever tasted. Dean swore he'd stock in on pie before they left this place, he practically inhaled the stuff, he loved it so much.
And best of all, she was there.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Sam snuck a covert glance at the girl seated on the other side of the establishment. Her head was down as she read the book in front of her, blonde hair shielding her face from his gaze.
He had first taken notice of her when he saw her arguing with a dark-haired waitress about how a person could never drink enough coffee and that she needed to meet her daily quota of caffeine if she wanted to function properly. It had brought a smile to his face to see someone so obviously passionate about a mere drink and he knew his brother would most wholeheartedly agree with her.
That had been five days ago.
And everyday he came there, she was sitting in the same corner as always, working on something or another all by herself. The fact that a girl as pretty as her was sitting all alone confused him in itself, but he'd become slightly grateful for it for an entirely selfish reason. It gave him the opportunity to watch her, see her expressive face change as whatever emotion ran through her.
Oh, he had it bad.
This evening, she'd been staring at what he guessed was a textbook for almost an hour now, though he had yet to see her turn a page. Probably lost in thought, just as him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about.
She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt that proclaimed her to be a Cardigans fan, her figure slouched down in the seat. She appeared tired and he understood completely. He hadn't slept properly ever since they got into town, worrying about the case they were working on and if they had finally come across one they wouldn't be able to solve. It wasn't an uplifting thought.
Seeing the blonde yawn widely, Sam observed as her shirt pulled taught over her body while she stretched, just the tiniest moan escaping her. But he caught it ever so, and it reminded him that he really hadn't been with anybody since Jess' death. Dean joked that his newfound celibacy had turned him into a pervert, checking out young girl in coffee shops, but Sam just ignored his brother.
The blonde couldn't be younger than eighteen, so there wasn't that much of an age difference. Not that seemed to have any interest in him, so it didn't really matter either way. Even as she looked up and capture his gaze, seeing that her yawn had made him do the same, she quickly looked away again.
He mused that she might be a bit shy, but her behaviour towards other people proved otherwise. The possibility that she already had a boyfriend somewhere flitted through his mind, only to quickly be pushed away again. He sure hoped she wasn't seeing anyone.
He didn't realize he'd been staring again until she looked up and caught him. He could swear his heart actually skipped a beat and all he could do was give this bashful, little smile. Resisting the urge to groan, Sam wanted to kick himself. He probably looked like some creepy, pathetic idiot.
She got this unreadable look on her face and he wanted nothing more than to just go up to her and tell her he wasn't a creep. That he just came there every day to watch her. Yeah, that'd probably go over smoothly. Nothing better than having a guy tell you he's practically stalking you.
Not that he actually had the nerve to go talk to her. He wasn’t usually such a chicken shit, but he hadn’t actually had any feelings for a girl ever since Jess and…
The door swung open and Sam didn't even have to look to know that it was his brother. Even as he turned to greet Dean, he missed how the blonde girl's eyes also shifted to the door and a sudden change came over her. Gone was the fatigue and wariness, replaced by something that could only be described as interest as Dean strode over to Sam.
"Oh man, you wouldn't believe the day I had," he complained, falling into the seat opposite his younger brother. "It's like everyone here ate too much corn and it killed half of their brain cells."
"So I take it the talk didn't go so well?"
"No, no, it went great. The old woman couldn't stop talking, actually, the only problem was that it wasn't about her missing husband but about glowing rocks and tractors falling out of the sky."
Sam wasn't liking this one bit. "That's the fourth relative we've tried that turned out useless,"
"Another one bites the dust, Sammy boy. So what do we do now? I wanna get the hell outta dodge; this place is starting to creep me out. It's like Children of the Corn all over again." He gave a mock shudder to drive his point home. "I say we go into that woods and shoot whatever moves."
Typical Dean, always wanting to go in guns blazing. If he believed all of the stories about this town, it could literally be anyone and anything taking these people, as long as green rocks of some kind were involved. He really needed to talk to the editor of the local high school paper, the Torch, as most of the articles about the weird going ons in Smallville seemed to be featured in it. It was their best bet at the moment.
"Hmm, but what if it's some big-ass mutated bear or something eating all these people? I'm sorry but I don't want to end up as something's midnight snack."
Dean just frowned at him, shrugging as if to say 'what's the big deal?'. "We've faced worse."
"Yeah, and gotten pretty banged up in the progress too. No, I say we go at this the smart way and find out everything about this thing before we make a move."
His brother kind of just gave him this look and Sam immediately felt offended, even if he had yet to figure out why. "What?"
"Oh, I know what this is about," he taunted, a knowing smirk slowly tugging at his lips. "You just want more quality time with little Miss-so-outta-your-league-it-ain't-even-funny-anymore."
Sam opened his mouth to protest but instantly got cut off again.
"Where is she, anyway?"
Twisting a bit in his seat, Dean scanned the coffee shop and gave his best come-hither grin as his gaze landed on the blonde, delighting in the blush that tainted her cheeks. She really was hot and by far one of the prettiest girls in town. The dark-haired waitress that was currently working on something behind the counter was definitely easy on the eyes too, but something about her just seemed too... easy. He preferred blondes either way.
Too bad his younger brother was so into this girl or Dean would've made a move on her from day one. He couldn't, though, seeing as his brother seemed to be genuine about whatever mushy crap he was feeling. If only he could work up the courage to actually go up and talk to her before they had to move onto their next case.
Didn't mean Dean couldn't have any fun in the meantime, though.
Winking at the girl, he loved the sight of her blush deepening and paid no mind to Sam giving him a sharp kick under the table. When he kicked a second time, however, he nearly let out a yelp and quickly turned his legs out of Sam's reach. "Jesus Christ, Sammy, jealous much?"
"Will you just stop that?" Sam couldn't believe his brother. Dean was actually flirting with her!
"Stop what?" Dean asked innocently, eyes wide as he gazed at him.
"You know what I mean. You with the mojo... and... Just stop it, alright?"
"She doesn't seem to mind."
This prompted the younger of the two to turn back to the girl. She was back to staring at the book, a small smile touching her lips. Sam felt his heart skip a beat for the second time in twenty minutes and there was no way that could be good for your health.
A glance at his clock revealed it to be almost nine o'clock and with a sigh he started packing up his laptop and standing up. "C'mon, man, we gotta go check out a place called the Wild Coyote. It's closest to the Burnham woods and a man went missing after leaving that place some two weeks ago."
Nodding, Dean pondered the name. "That's a bar, right? Why didn't you tell me before this town had a bar."
"Because unless you want to have your picture splashed all over the missing people’s page, there isn't going to be drinking of any kind. Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow to visit the high school. We need to have a talk with the Torch's editor."
"How early?"
"Eight thirty."
"Dude!"
"You parked the car out front?"
"As opposed to what? Around the corner?" Dean scoffed, already digging through his pockets for the keys. "Yeah, 'cause there's so little room to park. How many people here got cars? Five? Seriously, I think this may be a whole town mystery thing where everyone is a pod person and the ones disappearing are like Terry Kinney, kicking body snatcher ass."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Still bickering, the guys were unaware of the green eyes following them out of the coffee shop, till they were out of sight.
Oh yes, Chloe determined, those two are definately brothers.